Bucky still takes that step back. He can't help it. He isn't sure that he wants anyone to touch him, let alone the man who was once his best friend.

Best friends. How long has it been since he thought those words? How long has it been since he could without something in him stopping those thoughts?

"I -" Blood seeps down his side from one of the bullet wounds. He wants to say no. He wants to step back and get away. But practicality wins out. "Alright." He forces himself to stay still. He's not going to run. Not this time.